Who Wants that Perfect Love Story Anyway 2: The FAM

by Natavia

  I overheard Cam asking her about her divorce and something about Ashaun neglecting her while she was pregnant. I couldn’t wait to wake up because that nigga is going to feel it. I can’t stand a nigga that acts like he don’t want have nothing to do with his seed. I don’t know the full story but I’m going to find out as soon as I wake up.

  I also heard Cam talking to Tee-Tee. Corey is having another baby by some chick named Myla that I never met. There is too much shit going on. I needed to wake up and choke the fuck out of everybody. I needed to see some faces. I’ve been in the dark for a long time. This shit was torture.

  A tear slipped from my eye and Cam wiped it.

  “All you got to do, baby, is open your eyes.”

  She kissed my lips. My dick got hard. My body was functioning but my damn eyes weren’t. I was in between two worlds. My soul was stuck in the middle. I guess God was deciding if I should go to hell or upstairs to the Pearly Gates. I know I did some fucked up shit in my life so I would accept either choice he makes for me because I couldn’t lay here like this much longer.

  “You’re still nasty, even in a coma,” she giggled.

  I hope she has sense enough to ride my dick. Maybe I would be able to open my eyes again. She put my hand on her stomach.

  “I found out today we are having a boy.” I could hear her smile.

  I’m laying here like a damn vegetable and I can’t even enjoy this shit with her.

  “When you wake up, it will be like you didn’t miss a thing. I record all my doctor visits. I even got a few clips of my stomach moving around,” she spoke to me. Can she get any more perfect?

  More tears escaped my eyes. This was some bullshit. All I did was lay here with tears falling from my eyes. There was nothing else I could do.

  “I remember that time when we were kids. I was like eight and you were eleven. You beat up Keith from down the street because he kept calling me fat and he made me cry. You whipped his ass. Remember that time I stayed at your house and I got my period for the first time?” she laughed then cried. “You walked to the corner store for me to get me some pads because your mom was at work.” Then she broke down. “You got on my nerves but you were always there when I needed you.”

  I couldn’t wait to wake the fuck up so I could hug my wife. I didn’t get a chance to propose to her but I know she would’ve said yes. I know some bitches set me up. I didn’t see their faces, just the silhouette of their body when they sped past in a car that looked familiar. That shit would come back to me though. I’m not going to kill their asses. I got something even better. Out of all my years in these streets, some bitches caught my ass slipping.

  Jamie

  I had officially moved into a three-bedroom luxury condo. The place was smaller than my previous house but I loved it. I sold the house and Ashaun didn’t get one damn cent from me. I was officially a divorced woman. I had to keep threatening him so he could sign those papers.

  Killa had his arms around my waist. We still haven’t made anything official yet. Killa played in my hair. I loved when he massaged my scalp. He placed soft kisses on my neck then my cell phone rang. It was Chris. I met him a week ago at the deli next to my salon. He was okay but he wasn’t really my type. He was too nice for me to turn down so I gave him my number.

  He was a lawyer. He didn’t have much swag. I’m sure Killa is still doing his thing because all types of bitches call his phone. A few of them cursed me out when I answered, one of them being Quayla.

  Chris has called me three times in the last hour. He was being a bug-a-boo already. That’s exactly why I didn’t really do squares. Maybe when I get older and if me and Killa don’t work out but right now, I needed some thug loving. There is nothing like a man that talks his shit, sling good dick, and has a nice body that’s marked up like a subway in Harlem.

  “You pimping like that, shawty?” he asked. He snatched my phone out of my hand.

  “Who the fuck is Chris?” Killa pushed me off of him. That vein was popping out of his neck and I knew he wanted to explode.

  “This guy I talk to on the phone here and there,” I told him.

  “Oh word?” he replied.

  “It’s nothing like that at all; trust me.”

  I went downstairs to the kitchen. I needed a sandwich or something. I think I burned a thousand calories fucking with Killa. He had me in every position you can think of. He came downstairs fully dressed

  “Where the fuck are you going?” I asked.

  “To my crib.”

  “Are you mad?” He laughed.

  “Naw, shorty, go ahead and have your fun. You are a newly divorced woman but don’t dish out shit you can’t take. As long as you remember that, then we’re cool.”

  Tee-Tee called me. I am still traumatized from the noises she was making when she and Corey were over my house. Corey was giving Tee-Tee the business. Raja and I were still drinking when they started fucking down the hall from us. Tee-Tee couldn’t even sit down the next day.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “Where does that bitch Tashondra live? We need to follow her ass. I know them bitches are up to no good.” Since Liyah made that statement about Koran being kidnapped she would not let it go.

  “Girl, those bitches are not that bold.”

  “Jamie, honey, you do not ever underestimate a woman. Those bitches hate Cam so much I wouldn’t be surprised if they are scheming.”

  “You need a break from Corey. Y’all have some fucked up ways of thinking.”

  “Either you help me find out or I’m going to tell Corey my suspicions. You know if I do, he is going to start knocking those bitches down. Family included and I know you don’t want all that blood on your hands. So help me put my thoughts to rest if I’m wrong.”

  “Okay, damn. Pick me up so we can follow this bitch. Liyah is at work so we can follow her from there.”

  I put on some black leggings, a black baseball shirt, and some black shell heads. I put a snap back over my head with my hair in a ponytail. I grabbed my purse. By the time I was done, Tee-Tee honked the horn.

  “Really bitch?” she asked as soon as I got into her brand new Audi Q7 truck.

  “What?” I snapped.

  “Why does it look like you are ready to kill someone? Are those leather gloves and binoculars in your hands?” she asked.

  “Yes, bitch, damn. Aren’t we spying on someone or nah?”

  Tee-Tee shook her head. My cell phone rang. It was Killa.

  “Yesssss?” I sang into the phone.

  “You know you fucked up right?” he asked. I could hear the anger in his voice and Corey fussing in the background. Corey is always yapping off at the mouth.

  “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “That fucking twerk video your hot ass put on fucking Worldstar!” he shouted into the phone.

  I forgot all about that night we had gotten drunk. Now I understood why Killa was mad.

  Corey got on the phone “I’m fucking your ass up. And tell Tee-Tee to answer her fucking phone. I know she sees me calling. Tell that bitch she better answer the fucking phone. I’m not fucking playing, Jamie. That’s why I’m telling Mama!” Corey screamed into the phone.

  I knew he was mad if he was going to tell Mama. I was getting nervous because Pam doesn’t play. She might try to whip my ass.

  Killa got back on the phone. “Don’t fucking call me no more. You got all these niggas out here looking at your ass and shit. I can see your pussy through your shorts and they were riding up your ass. You’re going make me choke your ass when I see you. All these niggas commenting about the dark-skinned Arabian looking girl with the long hair could get it. Some are even calling y’all hoes. I should beat all y’all asses except for Gary’s. Then y’all got a little girl in the video shaking her ass. They are even calling y’all unfit mothers!” he yelled.

  I was shook because Killa doesn’t play. If it were my ex-husband, I probably would’ve laughed at his ass.

  “
I was drunk. And that was not a little girl fool. That was Raja,” I replied back.

  “I don’t give a fuck. Lose my fucking number and don’t call me no more either. You think I’m playing and I’m dead ass serious. I swear, I’m fucking pissed off, shorty!” he yelled then hung up on me.

  Tee-Tee phone was ringing off the hook. She turned it off.

  “Ohhhh bitch, you’re in trouble now,” I told her.

  “I forgot about that shit,” she said.

  “You better remember because you are getting an ass whipping when you get home. You better stay out for a while then go home. Wait until he gets drunk or high. He is nicer that way, well sometimes he is,” I laughed.

  “Yeah sometimes he is. It depends on what he is drinking. Henny makes him calm but that Ciroc be having his ass like the Tasmanian Devil. I’m going to ride around or even sit at a bar before I go home. That nigga is scary sometimes,” she laughed but I could tell she was worried about going home. I don’t blame her I would be too because Corey was not wrapped too tight.

  We were quiet the rest of the way to Liyah’s job. I was thinking about popping up over Killa’s house with a trench coat on and pumps. I knew that would fix his cocky ass. I would have to take a can of mace with me because crazy motherfuckers hang together.

  We pulled up to the Roomstore where Liyah worked. They closed at nine so I knew she should be coming out soon. I text Cam to let her know what I was doing but it takes a while for her to respond because she is out of the country. Thirty minutes later, Liyah got inside of her Honda Accord. Tee-Tee followed her. Fifteen minutes later, she pulled up into a Days Inn.

  “What is this hoe up to?” Tee-Tee asked.

  I got down low and pulled out my binoculars. Almost an hour later, four guys pulled up and knocked on the door. Liyah answered the door with a pleather stripper outfit on.

  “This bitch is a prostitute?”

  “It looks that way. Those niggas about to run train on her ass.”

  We got out of the truck and stood by the door. It sounded like one big ass orgy. Liyah was screaming. I don’t know if they were killing her or not.

  The door opened so we ran and ducked behind a car. While they were leaving, more niggas were coming. This time Tashondra came with them, followed by a group of busted hookers.

  “What the fuck is this?” I asked.

  “I don’t know but these bitches are selling their asses,” Tee-Tee said disgustedly.

  Rumor has it that Tashondra has no walls and now I understood why. I give Liyah her props though. At least she made her extra money before they got there.

  “These bitches ain’t doing nothing. Maybe we should try another time,” I told Tee-Tee.

  “Yeah, you are right but I got a feeling she is up to something. If not, I’m still beating her ass for acting suspect,” she said.

  We laughed as we pulled off. Tee-Tee always wanted to beat someone’s ass.

  Corey

  “Where the fuck you been?” I asked Tee-Tee when she came in the house.

  That video she was in made me want to strangle her ass. I didn’t even know Tee-Tee could shake her ass the way she carries on like a nigga sometimes. It was three in the morning and this bitch’s phone was off. She dropped my sister off hours ago. She wasn’t there when I stopped over Jamie’s crib looking for her.

  “I was over Jamie’s house,” she said nonchalantly.

  “Bitch, I should knock your ass out. I was over there and I didn’t see your ass unless you were hiding in the closet. I should strangle your ass for that tramp ass shit you participated in. You are a fucking mother. What the fuck are you making shit like that for? You know everybody be on WorldStar.”

  “I was out having a drink. I have a lot of my mind. You may have gotten some bitch pregnant. I’m only twenty-three and have three fucking mouths to feed.”

  “How many times do I have to tell you that bitch is not pregnant by me? We both have three mouths to feed so I’m not trying to hear that shit. I’ve been here with our daughter and your brothers so don’t make it seem like you are by yourself. You better not be out here fucking around, Teyana. You’re doing videos and shit. I don’t put nothing past your ass.”

  She ignored me and began taking off her pants and shirt. I pushed her down on the bed. She tried fighting me. Tee-Tee wasn’t stronger than me. I had both of her arms pinned together above her head while I ripped her underwear off with the other hand. I stuck two of my fingers inside of her then sniffed them. Satisfied, I let her up. She cocked back and punched me in my face. I pushed her back on the bed then licked my fingers.

  “You better be glad you didn’t smell like sex or I would’ve beaten your ass.”

  “You are crazy as shit!” she screamed.

  “Yeah, I know shorty. I’m crazy over you,” I honestly told her.

  She charged towards me. I grabbed her, slamming her face forward into the wall. I pressed all my weight into her then pulled my dick out from my sweats. I rammed my dick so far into her that she lifted up off of the floor. I had her by the back of her neck, slightly choking her.

  “The next time you come in this bitch late like you don’t have a man, I’m fucking your ass up. Do another hoe ass video like that again and watch what I do to you. Got the whole world looking at my ass and shit!” I pulled out of her when I felt her about to come.

  “You’re going to leave me hanging like that?” she asked breathing heavily. She didn’t even care about me roughing her up. That was the power of the D.

  “You’re damn right.”

  I walked out of our bedroom to Coren’s room. A shoe flew past my head. I laughed because she always throws tantrums like a child that can’t have their way.

  “What the fuck I tell you about throwing shit that I paid for? Keep on, Teyana, and I’m going to start buying your shoes from Payless. Those damn heels cost me a stack,” I shouted at her then laughed.

  I waited until she fell asleep before I got back in bed. As soon as my body hit the bed, I dozed off.

  ****

  I tried turning on my side but I couldn’t. My arms and legs were tied to our bed by ripped underwear. I was spread out like I was ready to make a snow angel. Tee-Tee had this wicked grin on her face. I tried thrusting her off top of me.

  “I know you better untie me.”

  “You took advantage of me and now it’s my turn.”

  “I don’t like this kinky white people shit, Tee-Tee. You better untie me or I’m shooting your bald headed ass.”

  I wanted to fuck her up so bad that I was sweating. If I would’ve had my gun in my hand, I think I would’ve killed her. That’s how mad I was. Hood niggas don’t like to be in no position where they feel like they are in some form of restraint. It’s almost like being arrested and helpless.

  “I’m ready to shut your ass up because you talk too fucking much,” she told me. She sat on my face with her pussy and ass smothering me.

  “Now lick this ass and pussy how I like it. You need to stop testing me,” she said. “What your bitch ass going to do now?”

  I was turned on. Pre-cum was oozing out of my dick. I never wanted pussy so bad in my life. Shorty was doing something to me that was unexplainable.

  I latched on to her clit and gently sucked on it. I ran my tongue from the slit of her pussy to ass. I French kissed her lips while her cum dripped down onto my chin. She grabbed my dreads as she slowly rode my face.

  “Nibble on it,” she moaned on a verge of having an orgasm.

  I gently bit her clit popping it in and out of my mouth. Her honey dripped down my cheeks when I applied more pressure on her love button by sucking on it. I was ready to drown. I couldn’t take it anymore. Tee-Tee was too wet. Her juices were going down my nose and I started choking on it. She needed to get her ass up off me before she killed me. She got up off my face then lowered down onto my erection.

  “You heard of pain and pleasure, right?” she asked and grabbed a candle.

  I didn’t answ
er. Her ride game was too good. She laughed as she tilted the candle so the wax could drip on me.

  “Arrgghh, bitch!” I hollered.

  “Call me another one,” she moaned, grinding harder.

  I bit my lip. My dick felt like it was about to burst. My toes curled and I was thrusting up into Tee-Tee so hard. I was trying to make my dick come out of her throat. Once the wax cooled, it sent chills throughout my body. She dripped wax on me again then bounced on my wood as it cooled. The combination made me bust the biggest nut in history. I’ll never tell anybody that I let Tee-Tee do this shit to me.

  After she untied me, I grabbed her by the neck and kissed her.

  “We are not right for this shit,” I told her. She laughed then cuddled under me.

  ****

  I had to stop by Ashaun’s crib to collect the monthly sales for the car dealership he and my brother own together. I was handling all of Royal’s businesses and paperwork. This shit was stressful but I would do anything for my brother.

  I spoke into the intercom so the gates could open. When I drove up the hill to the driveway there were Mexicans cutting his grass and planting flowers. This dude never ceases to amaze me. Although this house wasn’t as big as the one he had with my sister, it was still too big for him. This motherfucker thought he was the real Scarface.

  When he opened up the door, I almost laughed in his face. He had on a pair of silk pajama pants, a silk robe, and a pair of red Jimmy Choo slippers. His hair was all out and the nigga had his jewelry on with his pajamas. This nigga was a straight up pretty boy.

  “What’s up, my nigga?” he asked, giving me a hug. I winced because those burn marks on my chest turned into tiny blisters.

  “You alright?”

  “I’m good. I came to grab those papers from you.”

  “Okay bet I’m going to go and finish this call then meet you in the den,” he said.

  I walked down the marble hall and checked out the Italian paintings, the expensive statues, and different types of exotic plants. A bitch had to help him decorate. No man’s taste should ever be this feminine.